She smiled, small and knowing. That was Shalina—always letting silence do the heavy lifting.
I nodded. By the pool with Shalina wasn’t a plan. It was a place we kept going back to, because some conversations don’t need words—only still water and someone willing to sit beside you in the quiet. If you meant something else—such as a scene for a story, a personal reflection, or a prompt for a different genre—please clarify, and I’d be glad to help further. by the pool with shalina
I followed her gaze. A dragonfly hovered over the shallow end, its wings catching every color. “Maybe it’s not time,” I said. “Maybe it’s just that pools have their own gravity.” She smiled, small and knowing
“Do you ever feel like time slows down right here?” she asked, without looking at me. By the pool with Shalina wasn’t a plan